Jan Cox Talk 0841

Pretension not Proper in Primary Level, Only in Secondary World

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#841 Jul 12, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :21. A Real Revolutionist leaves all inevitable, native, worrying, complaint to the Not-I portion of the equation in every relationship. The Real Revolutionist privately pretends in every Not-I relationship while the Not-I part is seriously serious about it. The pretense is closer to the “ideal” than is the reality (wherein there can be no control).

Pretension is not proper in the Primary Level World…just the Secondary Level World. When the lamb goes to the City he pretends his middle name is pretend”.


The News

This one guy, whenever he didn’t know what he was talking
about, would end his comments by saying, “Think about it.”
…(Hey, I know this sounds a little meaningless at first, but,
Hey…)

* * *

One man stood to state, “Hold it — I don’t hate allù my
mail, just the stuff addressed to me personally.”

* * *

As the music swelled and got noticeably weirder, the
screenwriter was allowed to ease up a bit… (Hey, what are the
companion arts for, after all — Hey!)

* * *

In defense of his present, static position, one man said
that he wouldù try something “neurally new,” except he’ll feel
like he was being “unfaithful” to his old ideas…(and he’s not
that kind of guy).

* * *

(Another test you can safely do on yourself): If you can
hear someone breathing, you’ll hear someone elseù breathing.

* * *

The story of the Neural Revolution is both old and new —
and perhaps, while interesting, the former version will get you
no where-ree-o.

* * *

One guy says that if he’sù the best he has to offer, he
believes — (thanks anyway) — that he’ll passù on the offer.

* * *

This one god admitted that he didù have this Super, Duper
Plan, and some of his creatures said, “Boy, I sure hope it
doesn’t include me,” and he replied, “You’re not from around
here, are you.”

* * *

From the “Go Figure” department — or, “Don’t Bother If
Practicality Is Involved”: When he wanted a seat on a real
crowded plane, this one guy’d pretend he was pregnant.

* * *
You have not quite learned to think until you’ve considered
that you trying to figure out what’s going on might be the same
as what’s-going-on trying to figure out you.

* * *

First thing when he awoke each morning, this one guy would
pretend to himself to have had a “really important thought” —
just to throw himself off the scent.

* * *

Just as Happy Hour was announced and drink prices
dramatically altered, a youngish chap to my left at the bar said
that he personally had no interest in an afterlife if god didn’t
sing or play an axe of some kind.

* * *

One ole man refused to allow his kid to be taught
mathematics in the city school so long (as he put it) as they use
only the popular numbers.

* * *

This other guy says he’d be the first to admit it.

* * *

Once upon a time, over in Neural, Never-Maybe-Land, there
was a man who, by the time he was twenty, was already forty. On
some days he fretted over this, while on others he never thought
about it; and, thus, usedù it — much like a dancer does cement
shoes.

* * *

“I don’t,” he said, “care how things look,” he continued.
“I deserve,” he added, “Better than me.”

* * *

To all those who still somehow don’t believe they “talk to
themselves,” ponder this: If you didn’t, how would you ever know
what you think?

* * *

Suddenly a loud voice, loud enough to fill the whole cosmos,
declared, “Henceforth all that’s natural is to be avoided.” A few
seconds of silence was followed by the words: “Okay, it was just
a joke,” but it was already too late.

* * *
A fellow in the next booth confesses that as a youth he cut
himself so much slack that now even his wrinklesù are beginning to
sag.

* * *

Another nice thing, intellectually, about being a
revolutionist is that you don’t have to think about anything more
than once if you don’t want to.

* * *

One city commentator claims that obscenity would have never
reached its present epidemic levels, had the man who invented
zippers been shot when it was initially proposed.

* * *

Attention — Pubic Notice (My Executive Assistant has just
pointed out to me that not only do I not have an Executive
Assistant, but that this was probably meant to be “Public
Notice,” as well, so, okay, I can roll with it) Attention —
Public Notice: Using only local materials, no matter how hard
you try, you can’t shout, “eight” in a seven-D universe.

* * *

Several of the more famous people in the room exploded just
before midnight.

* * *

(I don’t know whether you wannaù look at it this way; I don’t
know whether you canù look at it this way, and I don’t know if it
would even helpù you if you could and did, but nevertheless, here
it is): Those who say that a particular problem or question will
“never be solved” are part ofù the problem. …(As has happened
before on this planet — this is tooù obvious to be true and too
transparent to be invalid, so what are we gonna do about it?
…That’s right — nothing. …[Such problems are not madeù to
be disturbed.])

* * *

Talking about it is one entry back to captivity.

* * *

Wherever you are, you live in the echoes of tomorrow.

* * *

to hurl amongst themselves. (It went like this): “May you be
royally-fucked by your own thoughts.” …(Oh, yeah, sometimes
their god used to kinda brag to his buddies and say that the
little guys made it up themselves.)

* * *

It would seem that once civilized, everyone has at least
this one real, terrible secret (which, according to my latest,
best report doesn’t amount to dickle-doo).

* * *

On our answering machine was found a call from one who
identifies himself as the well-known, though-departed dramatist,
Christopher Marlowe, who says he is contacting us in response to
the current literary debate over the true origins of certain
Elizabethan writings. He says that although heù never believed he
was the actual author of all of Shakespeare’s works, he couldù be
wrong.

* * *

There must be a kind of resemblance between predator and
prey for full digestion to occur. …(One chap over in the
corner doesn’t know whether to look at his stomach or his head.)

* * *

A guy tells me that he’s decided he’s only going to talk
about things that interest him. (I’ll let you know if I ever
hear from him again.)

* * *

Remember this: Anybody can claimù anything, that is, anybody
but local reality — and a man who might actually know something.

* * *

The priests declared, “The purpose of life is for good to
defeat evil,” and the philosophers pronounced, “The purpose of
life is for truth to overcome error,” and a revolutionist
thought, “It’s neat to live in a neighborhood that has more than
two hobbies available.”

* * *

If it were as easy for the Lambù to be intelligent as it is
for Maryù to be brave, rebels wouldn’t have to communicate in
code.

* * *
“Pop,” quizzed the quizzical kid, “If you try and sound
sincere, will you becomeù sincere?” “Kid, it’s worth a try.”

* * *

Every year several people stop by the Home Office — it’s
just that none of them realize it. Every year many do not, but
some imagineù they do. Every hour — somewhere — there’s a
revolutionist trying to send off for a catalog.

* * *

The Master of Ceremonies took to the podium and opened by
declaring, “Are we not men?” to which the crowd replied, “Nay, we
are poets.” “Oops, sorry, wrong convention.”

* * *

One complex web of thought (known locally as a “god”) said,
“I know it may look cheap for me to advertise, but based on the
way I made you guys — what choice do I have.”

* * *

One rebel noted that when you can grasp the overall scheme
of things, anyù miscalculation is a minorù miscalculation.

* * *

In one universe there was a most unusual creature. It was
half gigantic bird and half diesel truck. The local thinkingù
creatures didn’t know what to call it, so, as is proper in such
circumstances, they pretended it didn’t exist.

* * *

This one chap would periodically remind himself that “Awfully
close to a lot of twenties are nineteens.” …(As his partner
noted, “Better safe than overdrawn.”)

* * *

A good while back, several guys got together and figured out
what was going on…then they took a nap and forgot it all…this
made them so mad when they awoke that they started some realù
trouble… (It’s still going on today, but we don’t call it that
anymore.)

* * *

After conclusively deciding to “put his best foot forward,”
this one fellow also concluded that he should definitely use
someone else’sù foot.

* * *
The Substitute Philosopher on the ten o’clock shift, last
Wednesday, over in the park, grilled the crowd thusly: “Why
should a man wearing leather jockey shorts warn everyone elseù
that the place is on fire?” …(Answers that fine morning were
scarce, my friends, scarce indeed.)

* * *

As long as Life’s general interests dictate what youù think,
you’ll think they are your interests also.

* * *

Just around the corner of every dimension is a place where
there isù no such thing as damage control. …(I leave it to you
to figure out why this is.)

* * *

One fellow says that all he seeks in the way of a religious
life is to find a god with a bad memory.

* * *

A viewer writes in to say that he’s glad thus far to see
that we’ve had no Letters From Viewers on tonight’s show.

* * *

Always remember this: Everybody’s faking it, but at any
given time, only three or four people in this universe realize
it.

* * *

The freshly-sexed man with a full stomach laughs at the
philosopher and the philosopher smirks at those so crude as to
laugh at philosophers. …(“Hey driver, what kinda bus isù this
that you can’t get off, you can’t get a transfer, it just runs
round and round and everybody on board’s as daffy as I am? I
love it!”)

* * *

Except to the revolutionist, most new ideas at first sound
like an attack on something. …(Even some rebels have trouble
keeping track of this.)

* * *

vegetables stopped me on the street this morning and said he
suspects he’s been watching our show erroneously, in that he had
misunderstood what we called this portion of the program. He
said he thought we were saying “Lettuce From Viewers.”

* * *

(I note the following, not to discourage you, but to advise
you): Just because you thinkù your mind is free is no proof it is
so.

* * *

A certain, certainly notù routine ole man one day told the
kid, “In this kind of reality I understand how natural and
tempting it is when things are going poorly to at least think
about the possibility of ‘supernatural’ external forces who might
could be appealed to for help, but if what I am about to say to
you could be put into words — which it cannot — I would just
tell you that thoseù are the veryù times a young rebel should
surely refrain from doing so.”

* * *

Whenever he’d do something that other people called a
mistake, this one guy’d go back and underline it.

* * *

If it can be said directly, why metaphorize it? And if it
can be said directly, why say it at all.

* * *

In the earlier days of their week, one reality told its
creatures that they could play a guessing game if they wanted to.
There was no prize, but they could play if they wanted to. (This
was not actually true — there wasù a prize, but it was so large
that it couldn’t be described.)

* * *